Oh no - no evening out happened. I was punished. I was informed in no uncertain terms that I would never eat at BK again. BK will forever be linked to the horror that was my kitchen when I arrived home.
See this cute dog?
Well today he decided to rummage around in a box and eat almost THREE POUNDS of dog biscuits. I guess they didn't set so well in his stomach. I came home to piles and puddles and paw prints of poo all over my kitchen. It was a bit overwhelming. On the floor, the dog bed, the oven ....
He is still having a few problems
1 comment:
Bleh! How awful to have to come home to poo on the oven! I hope Chuck is feeling better now.
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